I never liked cats. I’m definitely a dog person. However, I came across the video below on the Internet and fell in love with this darling feline.
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Orchids At Night
Photos by Eliot Hess
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Eat, Eat, Eat! All we do is Eat!
If you watch the news— you know there are people who are making millions buying and selling NFT artwork, sport clips and more.
It stands for “non-fungible token.”
So what is an NFT?
AND should you be investing in an NFT?
Is NFT artwork the next Bitcoin?
In just 30 minutes you can learn all that you need do know.
Lois Whitman Hess and Steve Greenberg talk with an expert in the art world about NFTs on their zoom podcast, “Lying on the Beach on Camera.”
Dan Mikesell is President of Blackdove, a digital art gallery and delivery platform to residential and corporate clients. He is also co-founder of the Miami based art residency program called Fountainhead which over the past 13-years has hosted 430-artists from 45-countries for its month-long artists-in-residency program.
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Don’t look at the answers yet, until the end.
The answers are printed below, (after the questions) but don’t cheat! answer them first…
01.After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask,”Who was that masked man?”Invariably, someone would answer, “I don’t know, but he left this behind.” What did he leave behind? A ______ ______.
02.When the Beatles first came to the U.S. In early 1964, we all watched them on The __ ________ Show.
03.”Get your kicks, __ _____ __!”
04. The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to _______ ___ _______.’
05.’In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ___ ____ ______ _______.’
06.After the Twist, The Mashed Potato, and the Watusi, we ‘danced’ under a stick that was lowered as low as we could go in a dance called the ‘_____.’
07.Nestle’s makes the very best… _________.’
08.Satchmo was America ‘s ‘Ambassador of Goodwill.’ Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was ____ _________.
09.What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? ___ _____ _____.
10.Red Skeleton’s hobo character was named ______ ___ __________ and Red always ended his television show by saying, ‘Good Night, and ‘___ ____ ‘
11.Some Americans who protested the Vietnam War did so by burning their _____ _____.
12.The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the front was called the VW. What other names did it go by? ______ or ___.
13.In 1971, singer Don MacLean sang a song about, ‘the day the music died.’ This was a tribute to _____ _____.
14.We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it. It was called _______.
15.One of the big fads of the late 50’s and 60’s was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist. It was called the _____-____.
16.Remember LS/MFT _____ ______ /_____ ____ _______.
17.Hey Kids! What time is it? It’s _____ _____ ____!
18.Who knows what secrets lie in the hearts of men? Only The ______ Knows!
19. There was a song that came out in the 60’s that was “a grave yard smash”. It’s name was the _______ ____!
20.Alka Seltzer used a “boy with a tablet on his head” as it’s Logo/Representative. What was the boy’s name was ______.
ANSWERS:
01.The Lone Ranger left behind… A silver bullet
02.The Ed Sullivan Show
03.On Route 66
O4.To protect the innocent
05.The Lion Sleeps Tonight
06.The limbo
07.Chocolate
08.Louis Armstrong
09.The Timex Watch
10.Freddy, The Freeloader and ‘Good Night and God Bless.’
11.Draft Cards (Bras were also burned. Not flags, as some have guessed)
12.Beetleor Bug
13.Buddy Holly
14.Sputnik
15.Hoola-hoop
16.Lucky Strike/Means Fine Tobacco
17.Howdy Doody Time
18.Shadow
19.Monster Mash
20.Speedy
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Thank you Michael Sommer of Park City, Utah
More people live in New York City than in 40 of the 50 states.
The word “Pennsylvania” is misspelled on the Liberty Bell.
There is enough water in Lake Superior to cover all of North and South Americain one foot of liquid.
There’s a town in Washington with treetop bridges made specifically to help squirrels cross the street
In 1872, Russia sold Alaska to the Unites States for about 2 cents per acre.
It would take you more than 400 years to spend a night in all of Las Vegas’s hotel rooms.
Western Michigan is home to a giant lavender labyrinth so big you can see it on Google Earth.
There’s an island full of wild monkeys off the coast of South Carolina calledMorgan Island, and it’s not open to humans.
There’s enough concrete in the Hoover Dam to build a two-lane highway from San Francisco to New York City.
Arizona and Hawaii are now the only states that don’t observe daylight savings time.
Boston has the worst drivers out of the nation’s 200 largest cities. Kansas City has the best drivers.
Kansas produces enough wheat each year to feed everyone in the world for about two weeks.
Oregon’s Crater Lake is deep enough to cover six Statues of Liberty stacked on top of each other.
The Empire State building has its own zip code.
The Los Angeles Coroner’s Office has its own quirky gift shop called Skeletons in the Closet.
The Library of Congress contains approximately 838 miles of bookshelves—long enough to stretch from Houston to Chicago.
At 46 letters, Massachusetts’s Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg has the longest place name in the U.S. (even though it’s based on a joke).
In 1922, a man built a house and all his furniture entirely out of 100,000 newspapers. The structure still stands today in Rockport, Massachusetts.
The entire Denver International Airport is twice the size of Manhattan.
In 1893, an amendment was proposed to rename the country to the “United States of Earth.”
A highway in Lancaster, California plays the “William Tell Overture” as you drive over it, thanks to some well-placed grooves in the road.
The total length of Idaho’s rivers could stretch across the United States about 40 times.
The town of Centralia, Pennsylvania has been on fire for 55 years.
The one-woman town of Monowi, Nebraska is the only officially incorporated municipality with a population of 1. The sole, 83-year-old resident is the city’s mayor, librarian, and bartender.
The entire town of Whittier, Alaska lives under one roof.
The number of bourbon barrels in Kentucky outnumbers the state’s population by more than two million.
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Thank you Michael Sommer
ABOUT THE WRITER: Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humour columnist for the Miami Herald.
Colonoscopy Journal:
I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.
A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a colour diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.
Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.
I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!‘
I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called ‘MoviPrep,’ which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now, suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America ‘s enemies.
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.
Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I ate no solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavour.
Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-litre plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a litre is about 32 gallons). Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes – and here I am being kind – like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humour, state that after you drink it, ‘a loose, watery bowel movement may result.’
This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don’t want to be too graphic, here, but, have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the toilet had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another litre of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.
The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’ How do you apologise to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.
At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.
At first I was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point.
Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand.
There was music playing in the room, and I realised that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ had to be the least appropriate.
‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me...
‘Ha ha,’ I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.
I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling ‘Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,’ and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.
Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colours. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.
On the subject of Colonoscopies…
Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous. A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) whilst he was performing their colonoscopies:
‘Can you hear me NOW?’
‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’
‘You know, in Arkansas, we’re now legally married.’
‘Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!’
‘Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.’
‘You used to be an executive at Enron, didn’t you?’
‘God, now I know why I am not gay.’
And the best one of all:
‘Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?’
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Lisa Robinson is one of the most famous and well respected music journalists ever. It’s wonderful reading this article about her life and collections. She personifies a true New Yorker, my favorite kind of person. Your apt is your storage locker. You are too busy living life to care about turning your abode into a design showroom. She lived a life of euphoria. Music can do that for you.
The Archive: Lisa Robinson in front of her very-analog interview archive. Photo: Annie Schlechter
I mean, you have to understand,” Lisa Robinson tells me. “I was on the road from the ’70s all the way through the ’90s. It’s like I wasn’t domestic. I didn’t have time; I didn’t care!”
She and her late husband, Richard, a radio host turned music producer turned magician, rented this two-bedroom on the Upper East Side in 1976, and it has stayed pretty much the same ever since. “We painted. We did the floors. We moved in, period,” she says. The couple had one of those always-on-the-go, all-access-pass New York lives together, with late nights, limos, and private jets, which is clear reading her memoir, There Goes Gravity: A Life in Rock and Roll.One Great StoryThe one story you shouldn’t miss, selected by New York editors
Robinson grew up on the Upper West Side, where “we always had music in the house,” she recalls. Her “left-wing-leaning parents” weren’t interested in pop culture, but that only made her like it more. Her family’s one television in the parental bedroom, she says, “was treated like a forbidden fruit.”null
“My mother played the piano and studied sacred Hebrew music and co-founded the Hebrew Arts School for Music and Dance, but they also had a lot of Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Lead Belly, and I would listen to jazz on a transistor radio under the covers at night, and I would think, There’s a sexy world out there.”
And she made it her mission to find it. While she was still a student at Bronx Science, she’d sneak down to the Village, where she saw Thelonious Monk at the Five Spot and Anita O’Day and Stan Getz at the Village Vanguard. She saw Little Richard and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins at the Brooklyn Fox Theatre.
The Office: The second bedroom is where the Robinsons’ record albums are stored. During COVID, it has doubled as the studio for her Sirius radio show. Photo: Annie Schlechter
The Library: The round table was found in the ’90s in Woodstock, where the couple rented a house. The bookshelves came with them from their previous apartment. On the left is a portrait of Lisa’s parents; on the right, she is pictured with Jay-Z.Photo: Annie Schlechter
After graduating from Syracuse University, she worked as a substitute teacher for first-graders in Harlem. Then, in 1969, she met Richard Robinson, who worked the graveyard shift at WNEW-FM and had a syndicated music column. Lisa would work a few days a week for him after her teaching job, until he asked her to come work full time, which she did. Three months later, Lisa moved into his fifth-floor walk-up on Second Avenue and 74th Street, and they married. That was also the year she started her writing career, taking over his column in the British music weekly Disc and Music Echo. “I told him I didn’t know how to write a column,” Robinson says. “He said, ‘If you can talk, you can write.’ ”null
Her nights, when she and Richard were not out at CBGB, eventually became a round of going on tour with rock bands — Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones — and writing for publications including Creem and New Musical Express.Richard moved from his job at Buddah Records to RCA, where he helped sign David Bowie, Lou Reed, and the Kinks. In 1973, an apartment became available in her parents’ building — right across the hall. She wasn’t sure that part was a good idea, but it was just $150 a month. It became a hangout pad for rock-and-roll writers and musicians who would enjoy Chinese takeout on Richard’s expense account. Three years later, deciding they wanted a building with a doorman to accept all the packages, tickets, and albums delivered day and night, they found this Upper East Side two-bedroom. She wrote a column in the New York Post back when everyone had to read the paper or risk being uninformed, then was hired as a contributing editor at Vanity Fair in 1999. Her SiriusXM radio show, Call Me With Lisa Robinson, starts this month.
The Library: The landline telephone (left) that Lisa has had since she moved in in 1976. “I just don’t ever remember another phone,” she says. In a co… more
Her book Nobody Ever Asked Me About the Girls, which came out last year, documents Robinson’s interviews and friendships with female legends of the music industry, from Joni Mitchell to Beyoncé. Although she keeps an office across the street, this is usually where she does her writing, longhand. When asked about the stack of pink legal pads in the library, Robinson credits her obsession with Jacqueline Susann and her book Valley of the Dolls. “I heard she wrote on pink legal pads, and I just thought that sounds so glamorous. I don’t want yellow legal pads; my father was a lawyer — I saw yellow legal pads my whole life. I thought, I want something different!”
The Robinsons turned the dining room into their library. Along one of its walls are the cassette recordings of her interviews with every famous rock-and-roll musician you can think of. The room that had been Richard’s office before he passed away in 2018 is still lined with their collection of thousands of vinyl record albums.
Both of the apartment’s TVs are on all the time. One is in the kitchen, in case Robinson should cook something, and the other is in the bedroom, usually with the sound off and tuned to basketball games or “crazy forensic shows.” And movies: “I mean,” she says, “I think I’ve seen The Devil Wears Prada 50 times.”null
The Couch: The sofa, which faces the fireplace, was once owned by Calvin Klein’s daughter, Marci, who gave it to a mutual friend, who then passed it on to Robinson. She sent it to the upholsterer, and there it sat, un-sat-upon, for years, until she found the right fabric, a playing-card print at Scalamandré, to match Richard’s love of magic tricks. Robinson has never found the time to hang her photography collection. Photo: Annie Schlechter
The Fireplace: “Those doll heads I brought back from London in the ’70s when I saw them in a store window and I went crazy. I would collect things: I would take ashtrays from hotels; I would take matches from places. I collected menus, and, yes, I stole an ice bucket from a room at the Savoy.” Photo: Annie Schlechter
A view from entrance hall into the kitchen and the library/archive. Photo: Annie Schlechter
The Kitchen: A relic of the mid-’70s, right down to the dishwasher on wheels (not pictured), which attaches to the sink by a hose. Photo: Annie Schlechter
Photos by Eliot Hess
We traveled to India 10 years ago with Ruth, Howard and Steve Greenberg just in time for Holi. It is the festival of colors. It’s that time of year again when people smear powered colors on each other to celebrate Spring and to forgive mistakes of the past and start anew. It sounds good to me.
Look What We Missed
Several Indian families who live in my former NYC apartment building, played Holi last night on the roof garden. My girlfriend Marilyn Scher shared the photos with us. This is what we call a New York experience Indian style.
Jane Fonda’s One Fantasy Involves a Younger Man: “I’m Too Vain”
https://www.wmagazine.com/culture/jane-fonda-no-sex-younger-man
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Insurrection fundraiser: Capitol riot extremists, Trump supporters continue to raise money for lawyer bills online
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What It and NFT and How Do I Acquire and Trade It? | HYPEBEAST
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